Goodbye, Room

“I went back upstairs one more time and said ‘goodbye’ to my room. I’m ready to go now.” Dave’s words were my signal: Cutting my eyes towards him as he walked to his car, I turned on the headlights in the early morning dawn, put the U-Haul in gear, and we all—Dave, Lori, Madi, and …

Welcome Back

“Welcome back, Mr. Whitlock,” the hotel host greeted me as Lori and I returned from an evening out. I looked down to see if I had a name tag on my shirt. Almost feeling like a celebrity, I whispered to Lori as we got on the elevator, “How did he know my name?” It’s nice …